“I have incurable metastatic Breast Cancer. I claim PIP. This is the 3rd time i have been asked for an assessment and review my capability to work. Yes at the moment i am doing good.
I take my pills, accept my palliative care well, i look after myself. But this is mentally doing my head in. I cannot talk to these people anymore. I cannot give them anymore information. I cannot..and oh i wish…change my incurable body.
I did work. It was lovely. I had a social life. It was lovely. I had no cancer. It was lovely.
Now i thank the universe for everyday i wake up. I am scared that my carer will have to leave me. That my last time on this earth will be spent claiming or struggling to find money. I am not a liar. I wish i was on this occasion.
To all who say talk to my MP well my mp is Nigel Evans. You can google what he has done to our benefits system. Yes i have a palliative nurse…she works hard for me. Yes i have wrote to Theresa May and anyone who might want to listen!!!
So now i am listing how dying at 48 is affecting my life. This is not just happening to me. You read the papers. These stories are not made up. As well as dealing with the total mashup of death we are not able to rest or recover.”